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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

I am hereby wishing him a happy belated birthday and I feel terrible about it - not because I'm a good friend who normally recognizes birthdays in a timely manner, but because I loathe the word belated.

Belated.

It seems to be a cross between "bloated" and "deflated". It's a fart word, and only serves to magnify the rudeness of sending birthday wishes late.

Happy Birthday, Dan! Sorry I belated... it must have been all that two day-old birthday cake I ate.